Oh Berkeley, my Berkeley
Behind me at the cafe tonight, a dance Ph.D. student discussed her thesis with a yoga instructor. Two guys next to me were practicing their Greek by reading the New Testament. In the corner, a DJ was proving that cafe offices aren't just for laptops anymore — he has a little cart with a boombox, turntable, keyboard, and was listening to LP's on headphones. And all around, students were studying and talking and typing on their laptops.
At my table, some guy was drawing mind maps from his personal trainer manual.
I love this town.
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